(Sapphire's POV)
'Miss Monroe, you're four weeks gone.'
The words didn't just ring, they echoed. They carved! Each syllable a scalpel down the inside of my skull.
Everything blurred. The doctor's white coat bled into the white walls until I couldn't tell where she ended and the room began.
No! No! No!!
How could I be? Maybe she didn't mean what I thought she meant.
"Gone to where, doctor?" I asked, my voice trembling even though I tried so hard to make it sound like I had everything in control. "Where are we going to?"
She looked at me calmly.
"You're pregnant, Miss Monroe. About a month." She repeated, looking at me directly in the eye.
I looked away and fell back into the hospital bed.
"If you don't want the baby, we have procedures we can…" her voice came to me as if from above water. As if I was under water and she was trying to pull me out of it.
